This isn't any easier this morning. It rained hard during the night and is still cloudy. I know most of the pics you guys have posted, but I also know what it's like to see Andrew show up, on time of course, at 6:30 or 7:00 am ready to go for a ride. I see the shots he took of rides we've all been on and that he shared here with his unique wit, perspective and ability to see humanity and beauty in everything. If you never had the pleasure of riding with him, I'm sorry. For those of us that have had the pleasure, I'm glad not to have missed that opportunity, and about all I can say now is that I can't imagine what it will be like not to have Andrew to ride with again -- not in this life. Each of those pictures makes me miss him more.
He had an amazing way about him. Bright, interesting, dry sense of humor, and self effacing. In August, after a day of riding dirt roads on dual sports, we were heading back by my place around the fairgrounds in a way he didn't know. I stopped at a stop sign in the residential area, shaded in the afternoon, and next thing I see is Andrew with brakes locked up sliding about 5 feet by me on my right, just past the limit line. (No big deal -- no one else on the road and you wouldn't expect a stop sign there if you didn't know about it.) He got this sheepish grin and apologized. Later on the phone, I'm damned if he didn't apologize for that again -- and you guys who know him, know this side: in that unique boyish tone of his, he says: "So I hope you'll still ride with me?"
HA!!!
Andrew, YOU were my favorite guy to ride with. And if it were within my powers to say YES to that question again, and to make it happen, we'd be riding this morning.
Andrew was a special guy, and my heart goes out to Sherri and his family for this terrible loss.